Great Reads

After the rollercoaster that was Betrayal, One More Thing was just the book I needed. I guess you could say it restored my faith in the good. It was short, sweet, and, let’s be honest, you could just skip whichever stories you weren’t in the mood for.

The stories range from one sentence, at most, 20 pages. Each story is a nice little package with interest all its own. So it was easy to hop from story to story, making it a very fast read. Granted I read most of it on a plane, but I finished it in only a day and a half.

I’d definitely recommend this as an entertaining, thought-provoking, laugh-out-loud book for anyone and everyone. I think my favorite part was how a few of the stories connected to each other (the ambulance driver and the girl who gives the best advice, and the missed connections red shirt post). Of course I had my favorites, and my not-so-favorites:

Sophia*
A realistic, original answer to the question; what happens when artificial intelligence becomes capable of love?

The Man Who Invented the Calendar
I laughed out loud reading this one. Like when he says “Another small fuck-up: I put an extra ‘r’ in all the copies I handed out of the calendar, so it said ‘FebRuary,’even though I already told everyone the next month coming was called ‘FebUary.’ I felt so stupid.”

One of These Days, We Have to Do Something About Willie
What happens to your college friends after college? People don’t always end up how you predicted, for better and for worse.

Never Fall in Love
“I broke the one and only rule you told me,” she said. “Never fall in love. I fell in love.”
“Oh, honey,” he laughed. “That’s not a real rule! I just know you’d never find love if you were looking for it.”

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Comedy Central Roast of Nelson Mandela

Quantum Nonlocality and the Death of Elvis Presley

If I Had a Nickel

Just An Idea

* “You meet a finite number of people in your life. It feels to you like it’s infinite, but it’s not. I think it’s the biggest thing I can see that you can’t. Because your brain doesn’t work the way mine works, with all these calculations and everything. You think you meet an infinite number of taxi drivers, but you don’t, it’s probably not even a thousand, in your whole life. Or doctors or nurses—do you get what I’m trying to say? … There’s always going to be one more thing. Because that’s what infinite feels like. And the difference between love and everything else is that it’s infinite, it’s built out of something infinite, or it feels like it is, anyway, which is the same thing to us. Or to you, and to simulations like me—I know what I am. But you can’t see it, because to you everything is infinite. You think a million billion more things will come your way, a million billion more of everything. But no, everything that actually causes that infinite feeling, the circumstances of ever infinite feeling is so, so finite.”